Peppery gravel noisily silences me, as a lover might hush: I cannot speculateAs to the meaning of this natural lyricism; like sleep wandering neath thin eyelids,Like Czarism, gluttonous on its wanting, left wondering, always hesitant to partakeIn any form of sexuality, dead as it is, with its bones licked clean long ago.

As to the meaning of this natural lyricism; like sleep wandering neath thin eyelids,I cannot tell you, though I stretch tipsy thumbprints against your neckIn any form of sexuality, dead as it is, with its bones licked clean long ago.It might be hermaphroditical love poems left on the nightstand to wilt in the shade.

I cannot tell you, though I stretch tipsy thumbprints against your neckFeeling your history left across my skin long after you've meandered awayIt might be hermaphroditical love poems left on the nightstand to wilt in the shade.I've begun to whisper your name in my sleep, or so the ghosts tell me.

Feeling your history left across my skin long after you've meandered awayI can trace the thinner-still lines of pantomiming phantomsI've begun to whisper your name in my sleep, or so the ghosts tell me.There are some grey patches of time that I will not go back to alone.

I can trace the thinner-still lines of pantomiming phantomsLike Czarism, gluttonous on its wanting, left wondering, always hesitant to partakeThere are some grey patches of time that I will not go back to alone.Peppery gravel noisily silences me, as a lover might hush: I cannot speculate

a/n: a pantoum

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